Sex With The Ruthless Alpha

He owns the city.
The packs.
The law.
And now—he owns her nights.
By day, Elara is nothing more than the Alpha’s secretary: quiet, efficient, invisible. She schedules executions with the same calm she schedules meetings. She keeps his secrets locked behind perfect posture and lowered eyes.
By night, she is his greatest liability.
Her mother is dying—stage three cancer, relentless and cruel. Hope has a price she cannot afford. So Elara does the one thing no one survives.
She asks the Alpha for mercy.
He gives her a bargain instead.
Money. Protection. The best doctors money can buy.
In exchange, she will be part of his rut.
Not his mate.
Not his lover.
His anchor.
Because when the rut comes, he becomes something feral. Because his control fractures, his body burns, and his wolf demands blood or ruin. And because she is the only healer whose magic can withstand him—whose touch can pull him back from the edge.
Every night she steps into his private quarters knowing one wrong breath could cost her everything. Healing him means touching skin no one else survives touching. It means feeling his hunger coil beneath restraint so tight it shakes the walls.
He never begs.
He never touches without permission.
But the way he watches her—like she’s both salvation and sin—makes her knees weak and her magic tremble.
This was supposed to be survival.
A transaction.
A sacrifice.
But ruts don’t care about contracts.
And as desire bleeds into dependence, and healing turns into something dangerously intimate, Elara realizes the truth far too late—
She didn’t sell her body.
She offered him the one thing a ruthless Alpha can never afford to lose.
His control.